Ash touching his chest in that strikingly human way wasn't lost on Kjell but he remained quiet. There was nothing that could be said to soothe such pain. Especially by someone like him. So he carefully returned the pressure that the man was putting on his hand and continued moving them both forward. For each display, particularly those created by Kindred, he would need to know about the artist. In some cases, the material used or the history of the piece could be relevant. He would need to be thorough and it would not be easy on Ash; he was not looking forward to any of it. But it had to be done.
Under different circumstances, he may've sidestepped the question again. But denying the Toreador now, before such arduous work, seemed unfair.
"I am...out of my depth," he began with a vague nod toward the ruined artwork, "With all of this. I suspect my lack of knowledge was a hindrance to experiencing it properly. But. Yes. I did." And that was true. Monster or not, he could still appreciate beautiful things. He could still look at a piece and feel something, even if he didn't understand why.